So I survived the panel discussion. The panelists were not belligerent and no one came out swinging. Here’s a pic of me at the podium:

The next evening I sponsored a meeting for a local User Group. I do this every quarter. The meetings last forever but I always have fun with the guys. This time I brought giveaway items and provided other items for a raffle. It went well.

Thursday evening I broke away from work and went to watch Rob and his friends play at a bar. His one friend, Paul, traveled all the way from North Jersey to play with them. Paul bears a strking resemblence to Micky Dolenz. Upon meeting him, I blushed and let out a high pitched giggle. I then started to ramble:

“Oh my gosh you look just like Micky Dolenz! Please excuse me but my heart and stomach are doing flip flops! I am a huge Monkees fan!” Luckily I stopped there because I was about to say, “And you’re the same size as Davy Jones! I just want to pick you up and have you sit on my shoulder like a little parrot!”

Rob took it all in stride and didn’t seem to mind that I giggled the entire evening and no matter what song they played, I kept humming “I’m a Believer!” It’s amazing how teenage crushes don’t die, they just get weird.